As with Gladness, Men of Old

As with glad­ness

men of old

Did the guid­ing star be­hold

As with joy they hailed its light

Leading on­ward

beam­ing bright

So

most glo­ri­ous Lord

may we

Evermore be led to Thee.

As with joy­ful steps they sped

To that low­ly man­ger bed

There to bend the knee be­fore

Him whom Heav­en and earth ad­ore;

So may we with will­ing feet

Ever seek Thy mer­cy seat.

As they of­fered gifts most rare

At that man­ger rude and bare;

So may we with ho­ly joy

Pure and free from sin’s al­loy

All our cost­li­est trea­sures bring

Christ

to Thee

our heav­en­ly king.

Holy Jes­us

ev­ery day

Keep us in the nar­row way;

And

when earth­ly things are past

Bring our ran­somed souls at last

Where they need no star to guide

Where no clouds Thy glo­ry hide.

In the heav­en­ly coun­try bright

Need they no cre­at­ed light;

Thou its light

its joy

its crown

Thou its sun which goes not down;

There for­ev­er may we sing

Alleluias to our king!